When our search for The One leads us to ourselves

A message appears on your computer screen. You two have been at it for hours.

“It was a mystical flow from the ether that brought us together that summer. It was only ever meant to be a temporary thing. I never imagined you as a potential girlfriend, wife or soul mate, including during the times that I caressed, kissed or made love to you. I only ever envisioned us having a lasting friendship full of sharing and caring”.

You are gobsmacked.

He is a coward.

Thousands of miles separate you. He would never be able to tell such lies to your face – because if he did, you would call him out on it. Unfortunately, it has been years since you last saw him. No matter how many times you plan your reunion he always bails at the last moment.

It’s a low blow – and he knows it.

How dare he! Furious, you type away at the keyboard.

“You are the one who hunted me down, pursued me relentlessly, crossed the line between friends and lovers time and time again – and you know what, that’s ok. All I ever wanted was to have you in my life. Tell me then, if you so care about our friendship, why it is so difficult for you to be just that – my friend?

He tries to formulate a response that would make sense but the truth is he doesn’t have one. Instead, after a long pause he writes:

“Why are you still talking about the past?”

You roll your eyes.

Another message follows. “It is what it is. I could not change it”.

With that, he logs off.

3,470 miles away, on his New York balcony, he lights a cigarette. He only smokes at times of extreme anxiety. Talking to you is definitely such a time.

He knows if he was ever to give into your closeness again, life as he knows it would end.

You only spent a few short weeks together one summer years ago, for God’s sake!

Rewind to Paris, 2001.

To support your passion for travel, you are living the crazy life working two jobs – one of which is an evening job conducting telephone interviews with new car owners in the UK. One winter night, you dial a number in the London area and are immediately struck by the familiarity of the voice on the line. What a beautiful accent! This man is clearly not British. There is an air about him which makes him irresistibly intriguing to you – and the feeling is mutual. He tells you he has never heard an accent as beautiful as yours.

That night, your 20-minute interview turns into a conversation lasting the entire duration of the evening shift as you both marvel at the instant bond between you. He wants to know everything about you. You discover many parallels and shared interests, such as a love for travel and languages. “We recently returned from Peru”, he tells you. You wonder whether this “we” is a girlfriend or a wife but do not dare ask.

That night something extraordinary happens: one by one the entire team gathers around to enjoy the wonderful energy created by your exchange. As interviews go, this is of the once-in-a-lifetime kind. He makes it clear he’d like to meet and asks for your number. Afraid of how your boyfriend might react you take his number instead.

He writes down your name and the name of your company and makes you swear you will call him.

“You know if you don’t call me I am going to have to come and find you”, he says.

You both laugh.

Unfortunately, despite your best intentions you never call him back. The time never seems right. The abusive relationship you are caught up in makes you fear the consequences of ever making that phone call. You had felt so strongly about this practical stranger (as undoubtedly he had about you) that you know it could never be just a “hello” – something would have to follow.

The following spring, you have just returned home after a long day at work when you receive an unexpected call from your evening job, asking you to come in despite it being already late. Even though it is your 5th anniversary with your boyfriend you feel compelled to agree and so you make your way to the office situated on the outskirts of Paris.

You are right in the middle of conducting your first interview of the night when he walks in. Facing sideways to the door, you do not immediately see him but “feel” him as every single cell in your body responds to his familiar vibration. The air is suddenly thick and hazy with an almost tangible frenetic energy. You glance over and immediately catch his eye.

Time stands still.

The vision of him standing at the doorway of the small room – illuminated as if standing under a divine spotlight – almost makes you gasp. Your breath catches in your throat and a tingle shoots through your body like liquid fire. You have never met this person before yet you experience what can only be described as a feeling of being discovered, found out – like you have been hidden from him and here he is now, having found you. It is unexpected – and with it, blurry memories of distant times and places suddenly flood your consciousness.

The team leader leads him into the room and introduces him to a couple of the team members who are not in the middle of interviews. All this time, his eyes are fixated on you. You seem to recognize him from somewhere. He walks over and pulls a chair right next to you. Turning his body to face you completely, he just sits there, gazing at you like a blind man staring at the sun.

As you carry on with your interview, you cannot help but stare back into his blue eyes, seeing so deep into them you swear you’re catching glimpses of his soul. Between feeling exposed and fully seen for the first time, you feel him peer deep into yours. You cannot help but smile back at him. You feel an instant spark – not of physical chemistry – but a spark that ignites the heart and soul. Little do you know, from this moment on, you both enter into a highly exalted state of being sometimes referred to as the “bubble phase” that is to last for the next 10 weeks.

When your interview finally ends, his first words are “You have the most beautiful accent I have ever heard”. He wants to know everything about you. As you talk, you find him staring at your curiously. “It’s like there’s this light around you,like you are glowing,” he says. There is something strangely familiar and comforting about him; the sound of his voice, his eyes, his energy. Just like you, he can easily switch between fluent English and French. He tells you he is originally from North Africa and for the past decade has lived between London and New York. You also have a close connection with these cities. He is here to work on a project in Arabic. At almost 31 years old, he is nearly six years older than you.

That night, you chat away like excited children and the team leader has to repeatedly ask you to keep it down. You simply cannot contain your unadulterated happiness at meeting each other. Even silent, bright bursts of sunlight spark between your smiling eyes. You are struck by the deep knowing that whatever happens from now on, just to have him in your life is enough. Just to know he exists is enough. The emptiness you had felt of something missing in your life is suddenly gone. He is here – and you can never lose him again.

You catch the 9:30pm train back into Paris with the rest of the team. For the entire train ride, you only have eyes for each other. When he asks you what your favorite things in life are, you both exclaim as if from the same mouth “Travelling, languages and writing!”. He gasps comically, yet he is far from being shocked or even surprised – in fact, he had totally expected it. It is surreal how alike you are! When the train pulls into Gare de Lyon, his stop, he deliberately misses it, just to be able to spend a few more moments with you. As you alight at the following station, you both have another two trains to catch. Unable to walk away, you continue your conversation in the middle of world’s busiest underground station.

Although you are aware of people swaying past you from all directions, all you can see is each other. There is flirtation, deep soul revealing conversations, laughter. He asks you out for a drink but it is getting late and you worry about your boyfriend’s reaction. “I really must go now”, you say – yet three hours and twenty I really must go now’s later, you have barely moved an inch. Thousands of people have passed you by. It is already past midnight and you know you have to go if you wish to catch the last train home. Back at home, you lie awake all night thinking about him, your chakras bursting with energy. You cannot wait to see him again and somehow you know the feeling is mutual.

The next day at work you try to tell friends about what happened but you find yourself lacking the words to adequately describe him or the events of the night before. You can’t even say his name out loud; a shiver of energy runs through your body whenever you try. Just thinking about his name does strange things to you. Your friends think it’s amusing and suggest you might be slightly mad and remind you that you have a boyfriend. “It’s not like that”, you tell them. “There’s nothing like that going on!” – yet you leave work early to buy your first mobile phone, just so he can call you.

As promised, you see each other at work that night. He has not slept a wink either. When he confesses he is unable to stop thinking about you, your entire body vibrates in response. He is having a hard time pinpointing quite what it is that is causing him to feel this irresistible pull to you. Leaving each other is even harder that night – after hours chatting at the station you reluctantly go your separate ways. Little do you know, immediately after leaving you he feels as if his own being is being torn apart. He leaves his train in order to call you. You had only just given him your number. Since you are in the underground, his call does not reach you and goes through to voicemail instead.

Twenty minutes later arriving at your home station you notice someone has left you a voicemail. Your chest swells hearing his voice.

“Hey… Jonna”, he starts. The way he says your name sends a shiver up your spine. “I cannot go home. I want to see you”. The emotion in his words is palpable. “I need to be with you. We’ll do whatever you want. Have a drink, walk, whatever. It doesn’t matter as long as I am with you. Please come to George V on the Champs Elysees. I will be here waiting“.

You turn around immediately and run back into the underground. You must go to him. Is this even real? It is nearing 1am, and the last train is only minutes away.

As you come up onto the Champs-Elysées, you immediately spot him standing at the top of the escalator, beaming. It is a sight you will never forget. In your mind’s eye he shines brightly like a thousand suns. You spend the entire night walking through the city that never sleeps, past the brightly lit monuments and bridges, staring into the starlit Seine-river, sharing stories of your childhood, dreams, hopes and fears… It feels like a fairy tale and there are no words to describe how much being with him feels like home to you. All the usual pressure that comes with meeting a person of the opposite sex is gone; all that guessing, trying to impress them, trying not to make a fool of yourself; there is none of it – for the first time in your life you feel completely yourself.

You both feel an urge to tell each other everything. You trust him because you instinctively know you have the same thoughts. He tells you about his travels, his past, the pain of losing his father, how he never felt unconditional love from his mother – in turn, you tell him about growing up in Finland, your parent’s recent divorce, your life-long yearning to be somewhere you couldn’t quite grasp – a yearning he had felt too, growing up in his native Algeria.

You talk about your interests which seem to mirror each other almost perfectly. Even your job history has many parallels: you both have a background in market research and translations. When he tells you he considers himself a “citizen of the world”, you can hardly believe it. At the age of fifteen, you remember writing an article for the local newspaper where you proudly stated “I am a citizen of the world”. It is how you have always felt.

That morning, just before sunrise, he walks you to near your little basement flat just a stone’s throw from Pont Alexandre III bridge. He behaves like the perfect gentleman. You feel a kinship and a connection with him which is different from any other relationship you have encountered before. Your togetherness is effortless, child-like, joyful – you have never felt so happy in all your life. It does not even occur to you that there might be more to this. Surely he is completely out of your league anyway?

The following day he asks you to meet him at Boulainvilliers station. He wants to take you to a café he absolutely loves, a “hidden gem”, as he describes it. You can hardly believe it when he takes you to your favorite café in Paris, famous for its flower-filled terrace and the dozen cats that live there. You both love cats, of course. Sat out on the terrace, you spend the entire evening leaning over the table towards each other, completing each other’s sentences and simultaneously saying the same things. Captivated, he hangs onto your every word. You cannot help but notice the electric current of energy flowing between you – an image of two opposing charges pushing and pulling at each other flashes through your mind. “It’s like we are polar opposites”, he exclaims, that same second.

You discover further parallels and synchronicities despite coming from different social, cultural and religious surroundings. You notice how similar your thoughts, life experiences and expressions are – as are your beliefs, values and talents. You have the same creative drive, aspirations and dreams; you are asking yourselves the same questions. There are also complementary differences – he is an extrovert, you an introvert; he is a speaker, you’re a writer etc.

You start to feel like this is not just a chance or coincidence but that there is a divine hand at play. As the night goes on and as you discover more about him you realize you are in fact learning more about yourself. As you look into his eyes, you keep seeing yourself, as if looking into a bright mirror. You recognize in him a male version of yourself. He feels it too and tells you, his spellbound eyes shining brightly: “Jonna, you are my mirror image!” He speaks passionately about your connection, your eternal friendship, about a wall coming down, veils being lifted and so on. You have trouble following it all – you are newly awakened and you lack the awareness and the vocabulary to describe the experience. Besides, you are lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

It is that night that he first tells you he has recently separated from his wife of almost ten years; a British-American woman 20+ years his senior whom he had married following a whirlwind romance in his early twenties. They shared many common interests, such as a love for photography and travel, and had lived between London and New York with extensive travel around the globe. Unfortunately, outside of their numerous vacations, they no longer got along.

He asks if you have a boyfriend. You hesitate for a second, then tell him you have recently separated. It isn’t exactly true, although you have tried to leave more times than you care to remember. “Things are still a little unresolved”, you say. He doesn’t seem to mind. Sitting there staring into the mirror of your soul, you are more adamant than ever that you will break it off with your boyfriend at the first opportunity. Even though you barely know this other man, something about your togetherness immediately exposes the lie you’ve been living. You realize these two relationships do not even exist on the same plane. Strangely, you cannot ever imagine touching your boyfriend or another man again.

As the night falls, he invites you back to his place. “It’s way too early, you hardly know this man!” your rational mind screams. As you say your goodbyes on the train platform and just as the alarm for the closing doors sounds, he cups your face in his hands and presses a warm kiss onto your forehead. You blindly feel around for a seat as the doors slam shut and the train jolts into motion. Your head is spinning. Sat there with a huge smile on your face, you are puzzled. You recognize the sexual subliminal undercurrent between you two but it is not the main thing – the deep bond or friendship is. Tall, extrovert, with a nervous energy, he is far from being your physical “type” – and you are far from being his. What does this mean? All you know is you want to have him in your life, always. That night, as you step through the front door, the phone rings. He is missing you already. You talk into the early hours of the morning until it is time for you to get ready for work.

The following night, in his studio hidden away in a leafy Parisian courtyard, you are amazed to discover that even his reading habits match yours – there in a corner is a bookcase with contents identical to yours. After fixing you some dinner, he joins you on the sofa with a photo album in hand, resting his leg casually against yours. The photos cover his entire life until now; his childhood, his family back in Algeria, his travels around the world, his marriage. In one picture he poses happily with his wife on a Carnival cruise ship. “That was on our honeymoon”, he smiles. In another picture, they hug and smile on top of Machu Picchu. “That’s us in Peru, not so long ago. I truly thought I would spend the rest of my life with her”. The way he speaks about her so lovingly makes you wonder why he ever left her. It isn’t until much later that you learn that it was his spiritual awakening, just prior to your meeting, which drove him to leave her and come to Paris. You wonder why Paris of all places.

After a while, the combination of his leg resting against yours, his closeness and his softly spoken voice make it increasingly difficult for you to concentrate. You just want to hold him. He is right there with you – he closes the album and lets it fall on the floor. His arms circle you and for the longest moment you just hold each other. Gazing into his eyes, you dive in deep, seeing galaxies speed past a dizzying speeds, floating in the timeless space, experiencing what you can only describe as “God”, or the most powerful, sublime and infinitely loving force, looking at him through your eyes. As the mirror of his soul reflects this God consciousness back to you, you see yourself as if God is looking back at God itself. The amount of love you feel leaves you forever changed.

When your lips finally touch the sense of rightness is such that a powerful “YES” rises from deep within you. He shows you that every other kiss you’ve had in your life has been wrong. His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs your skin but you don’t care. You don’t care at all. Every inch of your body dissolves into his, so much so that you wonder whether you’ll ever be able to find your way back into it. When you come up for air four hours later, you both let out an immediate and simultaneous “FINALLY!”, before collapsing back into the sofa laughing. How amazing to finally find someone who knows how to hold, kiss & caress! “I have waited FOREVER to do that”, he sighs and you kiss some more. Neither one of you had felt any time pass at all.

You glance at the time: it is 11:11.

The next day returning from work you find your boyfriend waiting for you outside your apartment. Feeling empowered and supported from within like never before, you tell him it’s over, once and for all. Initially he seems to take the news well, agreeing that your separation has been a long time coming, however only days later, he attacks you in a jealous rage outside your home. You are simply too ashamed to tell your friend. You want to believe that a new life is beginning for you and are determined not to let the ghosts of your past destroy it.

Being with your friend is energizing, like being charged by the Universe. You can hardly concentrate at work and he occupies your every thought 24/7. You barely sleep or eat – and you don’t need to. Over the next few weeks you lose a lot of weight– you are glowing, with a permanent smile on your face. Shivers of energy run through your body at the slightest thought of him. People around you cannot help but notice the magnetic energy of your togetherness and immediately assume you’re a couple. Neither one of you can figure out what it is exactly that makes you so attracted to each other. Just being around each other is exhilarating. You develop a terrible stubble rash on your face from all the kissing.

It is only a matter of days before you both give into the magnetic pull to become one; to merge together – not only in mind, heart and soul, but in body also. For two sexual beings vibrating so closely in unison, taking that step for the first time feels so natural. You have never experienced such intimacy with anyone before. This is not about the physical sensations or human senses but about the joining of two bodies on all levels – spiritual, mental, emotional, physical. You both agree this act of mergence feels both primal and sacred: you truly feel like you are making love. You experience hieros gamos, the sacred marriage. It is the coming together of polarities and the recognition of their already present unity; an exchange of DNA, the creation of a new frequency of love. It is at once sexual, psychological and spiritual; earthly and transcendent; individual and universal, masculine and feminine. He later describes your love-making as a “different kind of physical communication and nourishment”.

There are times he climaxes so powerfully that you fear he might hurt himself. Huge amounts of energy are being released. Once or twice his orgasms leave him unable to walk, or articulate anything that would make sense for several hours. He speaks incoherently about galaxies speeding past him, floating in the clouds, about having died and gone to Heaven. Never in your life have you seen a man climax like that. “Only you do that to me”, he later confides.

Afterwards, your naked bodies intimately entwined, he takes your hand and superposes it on his. “It’s the perfect fit”, he says and kisses you tenderly. “I am not talking about just the hands. It is YOU. YOU are perfect to me.”, he says. Nestled there in the nook of his arm, you smooth the damp hair away from his temples. You love him like a mother, a sister, a friend, a lover, a teacher, a student, all at once. You have never known such unconditional love before. Truly, only God can love him more.

“You…,” he says, his voice cracking with emotion. He pauses and clears his throat before continuing. “You make me feel like a virgin”. There is shyness and vulnerability behind his brave and gregarious mask.

”It’s hard to explain but every time with you feels like the first time. I have never experienced it before. I have always pursued women, like a hunter. That’s what we men are taught to do. Only, once the hunt is over, I have often felt empty, even used.”

He pauses.

“But not with you. With you it’s completely the opposite. You’ve found a way to remove that hunter’s armor from around my heart. I feel empowered but also helpless – like a child – when I am in your arms. I have never allowed myself to feel this vulnerable. It’s unnerving”.

He clears his throat to try and regain control of his emotions, then looks at you half puzzled, half amused. “It’s like you’ve put a spell on me…”

You are unsure whether that’s a statement or a question.

“It’s like you see straight into my soul”, he continues. “Like I can’t hide anything from you.”

You don’t disagree. You do.

You spend the next couple of months joined at the hip. You bring out the best in each other – he truly wants you to become the best version of you. You happily introduce each other to members of your respective families over the telephone and plan to travel back to your home country together later in the summer. You introduce him to all your friends. You lose friends too – not everyone understands how you can leave your boyfriend and move on so fast. Very few people know about the hell your life has been these past few years.

He is your shelter from this world – for the first time you feel like someone truly understands you, gets you and accepts you for who you are. Being with him makes your brain quiet; you do not need to invent anything. He is by far the most wonderful, awe-inspiring soul you have ever met – and he feels the same way about you.

You spend your nights talking about everything between Heaven and Earth. You both appreciate the value of clear and open communication and even though you explain yourselves out of habit of doing so with others, inside you both know you don’t have to. Your brains are in sync; you have the same views and ways of thinking. You know he would never judge you. He tells you he has recently had a spiritual awakening and is seeking spiritual knowledge and understanding. He is into horoscopes and seems to know everything about your compatibility. He speaks with great passion about his plans for you to better the world together – to “build a bridge between cultures and religions, between East and West”. He speaks about travelling together, opening a B&B together in a warmer climate, writing and publishing together.

You want all those things but find it hard to see that far into the future due to the volatile situation with your ex-boyfriend. Only recently, he kicked your door down trying to get to you. Through your soul bearing conversations it becomes clear his situation with his estranged wife is just as unresolved. He tells you of his sense of duty towards her and how difficult this has made leaving her. He has been dealing with emotional blackmail, including suicide threats from her. He still cares about her and feels horrible about causing her so much pain. At the same time your ex is still refusing to leave you alone, alternating between extreme anger and depression. You fear he will kill you. He has started to call your workplace, causing disruption. Naively, you hope there is an amicable conclusion to your time together. There never will be. One night your friend turns to you and says “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could both wave a magic wand and resolve each other’s problems?”

Unfortunately the situation with your ex-partners only gets worse. Between you fearing your ex’s reaction to your new lover and his estranged wife announcing her visit, your time together is now under threat. The Universe steps in and your daytime job assigns you to a temporary project working at the head office, at a location unknown to your ex. When you tell your friend about the project he immediately suggests you should work together. The Gods are on your side: your boss – usually the most unhelpful, uncaring woman – instantly agrees, without ever meeting him. You are both ecstatic.

You spend the rest of the summer holed up in an office together, working as a team. You are so in synch you barely need words. Every night you ride home on the bus which follows the circular route around Paris. Although it is painstakingly slow, it is often the best moment of your day, sitting there with your legs rubbing, feeling recharged and comforted by each other’s presence. Here in the crowded commuter bus, you can still be together in a bubble of love. As you look at him with the kind of certainty that only comes once in a lifetime, you know this Love will last forever.

It is years later now but the memory of that summer is still as magical as ever. Just remembering the pure joy of being LOVED to the core of your being still makes you weep with joy. He is still your favorite place to go when your mind searches for peace.

No matter that it ended in tears, the love between your souls still remains. You both feel it within you each passing day.

Dear Hadassah, thank you for taking the time to comment. I will always remember you for your beautiful vibration & comments. Yes, much has happened – even with him. ❤️ I will share in future blog posts. It not been an easy year but I am definitely marching into the future with a renewed faith in the love that nourishes me and brings me closer to God. It’s all I can do.. stay blessed, beautiful soul 💜💜

Your writing and your stories are a blessing to those of us that have struggled with the feelings you so beautifully (and accurately) described here. Thank you for sharing. You have truly helped me in ways you cannot imagine. Peace and blessing to you Jonna.

Then why is it still so difficult? the tears, the fear? I’ve been for 2 years separated with my love fighting and arguing, crying and send love to each other…because of the ego and stubberness.not lucky as you are, we had just 3 minutes of astral in two years an the first kiss and the sigle real kiss of passion….we imagine each other in near future how our life coul be togheter and we fight our thoghts to accomplish this deep wishes of our fantasy….the premonition dream is true and we both know it that will come true, because we had the first dream when we met the first time….we see each other numerosly times on the street and we amuse, because we live in the same town.and both lived in birth city we letary haunted our lives in this lucid dreams long ago…But we are verry lucky besause we had the same problem.the imaginary “boyfriends” “girfriends” geolosy…she was loyal to me at the begging of time, bake forward in that veey moment when we first mat. And I was loyal to at the end we both played with fire.the irony is that both are in the same fire signs….we confessed yeach other our issues, mistakes and forginees.we tested each other from scratch, our limtis and we made the conclusion that we want verry deeply for the rest our lives., dispate the issues and obstacles that we must get threw…we are so loyal and proud of each other that we so evolved in our connection and how our lifes is purely heaven….but we had go threw the dark night of the soul, the deepest fears and the rebirth of our souls, the awakining of the soul, the promise that we return and became one again…But we both want to make a family at the right time….we both want kids when we grow later….we are young…she is 20 and I 27.lucky that I look much younger and viril for hear ideals of her true man…I man who fights for her and a woman who fights for her man…Is like the warrior of life protected by his Godess and Heaven….In conclusion,My story life is this…Fight for your destiny and be able to live for the rest of our lives toghether if you have the posiblity to pocreate and make a family…Because this is the ultimate magic pack ticket from Heaven….Don’t you want to die next to her? i mean ho difficult it seams to be? you both live each other’s lifes….I can’t understand how you and she don;t want to sleep every night toghether ?

Sitting here in tears, as I felt the remembrances of my own true beloved, while I read about yours. My heart recognizes not just your words that created your story, but the soul recognition of the essence of your love with your beloved. Thank you for sharing. What welcome relief to feel the tears delicately fall down my cheeks and open my heart. My heart, body, mind, soul, life has had the joy of experiencing this as well. And I am grateful to remember all of the glorious and most beautiful feelings I have ever experienced with my love. You brought them all to life. Thank you. Simply beautiful. Now I will exhale and cry again.

Thank you, dear Jonna, for your achingly beautiful prose. Somehow your writing has a way of directly reaching the very depths of my own soul’s experience and elucidating it in such a sensitive and enlightened manner. It makes me feel that we are all on a path and we do have a shared destiny. I was feeling so down this evening, wanting to give in to futility. You have such a special gift. Thank you for sharing it with us. Welcome back! 🙂

Thank you for sharing your story Jonna…. ❤ It's difficult to express in words the deeply profound spiritual nature of these connections ~ you did it so beautifully .
" Distance is a test to see how far love can travel." It reminds us that separation is an illusion of the physical. ❤

“He knows if he was ever to give into your closeness again, life as he knows it would end.”
What does that mean? 😉 Having been on this journey for so many life times, the twin flames do seem to be scared to embrace the reality of a happy ending living together! Twin flame masculine especially…they perhaps feel that unquenchable love is what keeps them going and if they actualize it, that’s the end of eons of search and exploration?!? 😉

But not just twin flames or men for that matter, but some people in general do seem to be obsessed with tragedy of unfulfilled love.

Is it all only about the internal work twin flames got to do and the lessons that need to be learnt? Nothing more than that?…perhaps it’s also about the conviction in the journey and the courage to uphold it?!? Lessons some times can be never ending, if people do not have the courage to take that plunge of actualizing love in their life.

I read this this morning and have been thinking about your words ever since. I had chills as I read certain parts because they reminded me so much of my journey with my TF. The way you described your experiences and feelings were so familiar and comforting to me, especially this line: “You love him like a mother, a sister, a friend, a lover, a teacher, a student, all at once. You have never known such unconditional love before. Truly, only God can love him more.” So beautifully expressed. Thank you for sharing.

Jonna, that was breathtaking. Thank you for sharing your story–it is so moving. I felt as though I was on the ride right along with you. I look so forward to your next story. And…I needed to read your story at this exact moment as with your sharing, once again, is helping me with my twin-flame separation.

Listen to your soul, always listen to your soul, even when it seems you’re standing in the void and there’s nowhere to put your feet – especially then.
It’s lovely to hear you again. Thank you for sharing your precious journey which helps so much and gives us courage in ours. Bless you always.

Honeybee, did I ever need to hear your comment this morning. My soul is screaming at me and I know in my heart what is true and right, yet I feel like I have to go along with others’ expectations. Thank you for the reminder to listen and not dismiss.

Reading your story only brought me back every memory from day number 1. We met accidently online,unexpected, he lived over many seas .. the connection was instant and I can explaine how every nerve ending of my being responded the day I heard his voice for the first time. Its been 13 years.. The pain is real but the love we share is worth it. I have not even heard the word TF till a week ago and only now I know after 13 years its not just us

after 15 years of Heartache and pain .. it ended when he told me he doesnot love .. 15 years of on and off .. it ended .. with pain ..and more hurt … and Me leaving for good … I am not young any more .. I am 47 years old and finally learning to love myself … end of the story ..